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.