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.