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.