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.