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.