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.