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.