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.