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.