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.