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.