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.