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.