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.