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.