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.