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.