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.