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.