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.