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.