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.