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.