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.