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.