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.