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.