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.