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.