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.