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.