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.