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.