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.