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.