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.