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.