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.