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.