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.