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.