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.