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.