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.