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.