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.