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.