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.