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.