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.