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.