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.