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.