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.