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.