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.