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.