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.