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.