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.