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.