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.