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.