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.