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.