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.