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.