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.