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.