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.