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.