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.