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.