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.