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.