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.