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.