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.