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.