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.