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.