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.