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.