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.