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.