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.