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.