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.