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.