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.