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.