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.