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.