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.