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.