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.