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.