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.