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.