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.