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.