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.