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.