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.