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.