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.