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.