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.