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.