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.