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.