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.