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.