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.