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.