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.