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.