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.