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.