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.