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.