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.