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.