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.