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.