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.