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.