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.