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.