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.