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.