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.