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.