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.