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.