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.