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.