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.