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.