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.