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.