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.