SHE WAS LEAKING.  THERE  WAS A WOUND  
   AND  SHE  WAS  POURING OUT  OF IT,   
   PLUMING  INTO  THE COILED  SCARVES   
   TIGHT AROUND  HER, A BEIGE  COCOON   
  SPUN FROM ALL  THOSE  GARMENTS, NOW   
     UNRECOGNIZEABLE,    TRACELESS.     
   SLOWLY  DRAWING  OUT   THE  LIQUID   
        PARTS      OF       HER.