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.