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.