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.