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.