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.