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.