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.