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.