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.