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.