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.