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.