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.