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.