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.