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.