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.