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.