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.