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.