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.