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.