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.