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.