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.