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.