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.