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.