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.