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.