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.