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.