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.