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.