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.