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.