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.