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.