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.