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.