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.