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.