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.