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.