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.