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.