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.