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.