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.