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.