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.