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.