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.