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.