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.