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.