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.