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.