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.