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.