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.