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.