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.