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.