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.