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.