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.