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.