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.