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.