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.