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.