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.