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.