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.