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.