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.