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.