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.