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.