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.