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.