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.