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.