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.