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.