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.