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.