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.