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.