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.