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.