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.