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.