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.