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.