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.