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.