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.