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.