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.