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.