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.