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.