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.