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.