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.