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.