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.