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.