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.