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.