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.