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.