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.