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.