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.