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.