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.