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.