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.