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.