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.