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.