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.