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.