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.