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.