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.