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.