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.