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.