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.