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.