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.