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.