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.