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.