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.