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.