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.