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.