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.