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.