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.