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.