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.