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.