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.