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.