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.