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.