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.