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.