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.