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.