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.