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.