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.