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.