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.