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.