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.