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.