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.