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.