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.