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.