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.