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.