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.