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.