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.