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.