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.