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.