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.