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.