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.