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.