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.