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.