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.