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.