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.