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.