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.