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.