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.