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.