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.