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.