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.