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.