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.