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.