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.