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.