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.