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.