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.