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.