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.