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.