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.