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.