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.