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.