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.