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.