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.