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.