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.