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.