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.