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.