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.