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.