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.