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.