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.