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.