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.