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.