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.