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.