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.