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.