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.