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.