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.