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.