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.