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.