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.