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.