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.