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.