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.