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.