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.