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.