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.