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.