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.