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.