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.