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.