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.