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.