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.