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.