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.