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.