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.