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.