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.