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.