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.