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.