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.