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.