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.