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.