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.