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.