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.