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.