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.