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.