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.