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.