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.