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.