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.