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.