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.