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.