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.