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.