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.