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.