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.