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.