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.