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.