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.