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.