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.