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.