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.