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.