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.