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.