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.