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.