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.