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.