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.