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.