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.