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.