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.