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.