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.