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.