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.