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.