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.