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.