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.