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.