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.