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.