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.