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.