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.