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.