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.