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.