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.