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.