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.