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.