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.