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.