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.