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.