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.