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.