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.