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.