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.