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.