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.