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.