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.