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.