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.