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.