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.