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.