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.