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.