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.