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.