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.