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.