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.