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.