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.