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.