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.