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.