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.