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.