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.