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.