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.