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.