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.