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.