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.