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.