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.