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.