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.