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.