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.